Pope Axel sighed and took off the mitre from the head, "Come with me to the arena you've made in this magnificent new city."
Sylvester followed the man inside, only noticing the positive scents emanating from him. He looked down at the floor and thought about Xavia, who was currently in the treasury below. 'Why is he so calm and composed? He didn't ask me about what happened with Saint Scepter—Maybe he already knew the outcome.'
"You're a Supreme Wizard. A battle with you will destroy the Palace." Sylvester said, wanting to take the battle outside as he worried for Xavia.
"This battle won't need much magic." Pope Axel replied and continued to stroll forward. "Did you design this Palace? It's beautiful, the interior, the exterior, and I noticed the metal lines you're placing on the wider streets—is it for the thing called train?"
'What?' Sylvester internally gasped.
